Chapter 333 Let's go together! I've been waiting for you to say this
The breath burst out and thousands of people retreated.
A young man who is as strong as heaven and earth, his body filled with scorching flames, stands in the sky.
He was wrapped in a piece of Hun Tian Ling, with his feet on the Wind Fire Wheel, two Qian Kun Rings on his wrists, and a flaming spear in his hand. His eyes, which looked down on the world and looked down on the world, were extremely cold and condescending, full of contempt! "You suppressed me in the past and locked me up in that stinking tower for a hundred years. Today, I will repay you a hundredfold!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nezha's aura rose again, becoming even more terrifying, as if it could shock the soul and make everyone tremble physically and mentally.
"Nezha's aura has become even more terrifying. He is practicing Taoism in there, and it seems that he is practicing the great way of souls!"
"He was originally made of celestial snow lotus root, and he can break through at will without any avenue. Now he has cultivated the avenue of soul. At first glance, he looks like a Dao Master, but in fact, he has reached the level of a Dao Saint!"
"This time, we are completely at a disadvantage."
It was already difficult to fight, and now there was another Nezha. What should they do? Everyone looked at the terrifying Nezha, and their scalps tingled. Even if Nezha was not a Taoist Saint, it would be enough for them to drink a pot. What's more, Nezha's current strength is no different from that of a Taoist Saint, but he doesn't have so many great ways. In terms of physical strength alone, he is a standard Taoist Saint! "Nezha." Sun Wukong laughed when he saw Nezha waking up.
Nezha also saw him, smiled instantly, and said in surprise: "Monkey, you are still alive!"
Not only that, Nezha also saw many familiar faces, including Roaring Sky Dog, Thunder God and Lightning Mother, the Four Heavenly Kings and others. They were not dead, they were still alive!
"You're just scaring Nezha. Just suppress him again." At this time, Yang Jian spoke in a cold voice.
Hearing this, Nezha looked in the direction of the voice and was stunned when he saw Yang Jian.
"Brother Yang!" Nezha laughed immediately. He was very happy to see Yang Jian again.
At the beginning, after he and Yang Jian were brought up, they had been running for their lives. The two had already developed a very good friendship during the process of escape, and he also called the other brother Yang.
If Yang Jian hadn't protected him, he would have been captured long ago.
"Don't try to get close to me. Let's all come together and capture Nezha." Yang Jian said coldly and rushed out violently.
Seeing Yang Jian rushing towards him with a weapon, Nezha was stunned. Is this still the Yang brother he knew? Just when the three-pointed double-edged sword was about to hit Nezha's head and he still hadn't recovered, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with a long sword blocking in front of him, blocking Yang Jian's attack.
"Don't think about it. Yang Jian has been controlled. Let's rescue him first." Chen Lan said lightly, forcefully repelled Yang Jian, and retreated to Sun Wukong's side with Nezha.
Nezha looked at the unfamiliar Chen Lan, the only thing in his mind was what Chen Lan had just said.
Yang Jian was controlled!
Like him, was his soul suppressed? Thinking of this, Nezha's eyes burst into endless anger, the flames burned in his pupils, his chest kept rising and falling, and his breathing became rapid.
"Damn it, it's control again, old Jade Emperor, I want you dead!"
In an instant, hot flames burst out from Nezha's body, filling his entire body, making people afraid to approach him. His eyes turned into pure flames, transforming into a fiery red stream of light that rushed towards Yang Jian.
The momentum was so overwhelming that it scared many people.
Seeing Nezha coming up, Chen Lan and Sun Wukong looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and rushed out at the same time.
"Everyone, kill." Chen Lan spoke lightly, and his voice reached the ears of countless people.
"Kill!!!" They shouted and rushed forward with weapons and magic weapons.
The look in his eyes was one of fearlessness and preparedness for death. Since he had already lost everything, what was there to be afraid of?
If you can kill one, it's one. If you can take one away, it's a win!
Everyone thought so. The repression they had suffered exploded at this moment!
BANG!!! Nezha's flaming spear stabbed at Yang Jian, but Yang Jian easily blocked it and sneered, "Nezha, you really overestimate your own abilities."
As soon as he finished speaking, the third eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows burst out with divine light, hit Nezha and blasted him away.
The next second, Chen Lan and Sun Wukong also came to the left and right sides of Yang Jian and swung their weapons together.
"Yang Jian, wake up!" Sun Wukong swept the golden cudgel and Chen Lan slashed with a sword.
Seeing this, Yang Jian's pupils shrank slightly. He held the three-pointed, double-edged sword in one hand to block Chen Lan's attack, while his left hand had no weapon and he relied on his physical body to resist Sun Wukong's attack.
Clang! Chen Lan's attack was blocked, but Sun Wukong's attack made Yang Jian very uncomfortable.
BANG!!! Yang Jian was instantly swept away by the golden hoop stick. He stopped and shook his left hand. His eyes gradually turned cold: "What a troublesome ant."
Immediately, he put away the three-pointed, double-edged sword and summoned a giant axe, holding it with both hands, looking a little exhausted.
"Not good, that's the Giant Axe of Creation, Yang Jian's natal magic weapon. He has had it since he was born. It has the power of the Chaos Treasure, or even far exceeds it. He's serious about it." When Sun Wukong saw the giant axe, his eyes suddenly darkened and his face became extremely solemn.
Chen Lan's eyes narrowed, he took a few steps back, and looked at Yang Jian cautiously.
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“You will die without regrets if you can die under my Giant Axe of Creation.” Yang Jian said in a cold voice, and the Giant Axe of Creation in his hand instantly became extremely huge, reaching straight into the sky.
Seeing this, the others actually retreated and no one dared to approach.
This is enough to show how terrifying Yang Jian's move is, it can actually make so many people retreat.
The four beast generals of the four holy places even forced their four beast cubs to stay away.
"Yang Jian actually used this trick. This is going to completely destroy the Blue Star." A beast general swallowed and said in surprise.
With this move, not to mention the Blue Planet, any planet would explode on the spot. Even a Taoist Saint would hesitate whether to withstand this attack.
You know, Yang Jian's power has reached perfection. Coupled with this innate magical weapon and the great magical power that comes with the artifact, it is enough to make every Taoist saint stay away from him.
Fortunately, the Taoist saint who took action that year also had his own divine weapon, otherwise he would not have been able to suppress Yang Jian and Nezha.
Chen Lan looked at the huge axe that covered the sky, then looked at his hometown behind him, and looked at the millions of people who were terrified behind him. He was born here, and he must not let anything happen here! "Chen Lan, we have to dodge this attack. With our strength, we can't resist it." Sun Wukong said anxiously.
Hearing this, Chen Lan's eyes became firm. He turned to look at Yang Jian and whispered, "Sun Wukong, retreat behind me."
"What? You want to fight back?" Sun Wukong was stunned and spoke in horror.
"Stop talking nonsense and retreat!" Chen Lan turned to look at Sun Wukong, his tone cold and filled with commands that could not be disobeyed.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "If that's the case, I'm not a coward, so let's go together."
Hearing this, Chen Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled:
"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that."
(End of this chapter)
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